The King of Special Warfare

Hidden Dragon Sea entered the early morning, and everything was silent.

When the vehicle passed the first checkpoint of Yinlonghai, snowflakes fell over Youzhou again.

The white snow is dotted and bigger and bigger.

By the time the vehicle officially entered the gate of Yinlonghai, a layer of white had been left on the cleaned main road.

The head started to ache again.

Chen Fangqing rubbed his forehead vigorously, his body trembling a little.

He has been suffering from headaches for several years. The most advice given to him by his personal doctor is to let him rest more, pay attention to diet and life patterns, and reduce smoking. However, in his position, these seem reasonable and common He couldn't do any of the suggestions. As the recent affairs became more and more heavy, he started to take painkillers, but the pain continued to intensify, and it seemed that even the painkillers had lost their effect.

"parking."

Chen Fangqing ordered in a soft voice.

The black red flag stopped on the main road of Yinlonghai where the sky was covered with snow.

Chen Fangqing opened the car door.

The cold wind blew in, his headache was slightly relieved, and he felt much more comfortable.

"Xiao Gao, you've worked hard tonight."

Chen Fangqing glanced at the driver: "Go back, I'll walk outside to wake up my mind."

His voice was a little weak.

The driver Lao Gao glanced at him worriedly.

Chen Fangqing got out of the car, waved to Lao Gao again, very persistent.

Lao Gao nodded and didn't say much, Hongqi was leisurely, getting farther and farther away from Chen Fangqing.

The boundless cold and chaotic snow completely surrounded Chen Fangqing.

It was very late in the morning in Youzhou in winter, and as the vehicle left, only cold street lamps and flying snow remained in front of Chen Fangqing.

He stood in the faint light for a long time before walking slowly on the white snow, looking a little bleak and lonely.

Chen Fangqing was aimless.

I chatted with Wu Zhengmin for nearly a night, and talked a lot, about the general direction of the macro, the fine-grained regulation, and the various areas of Central Continent, Chen Fangqing knew everything,

The fields he was thinking about were all the fields that Zhongzhou needed to change at present. In other words, after handing over those things to Wu Zhengmin, some of them would come in handy soon.

There are several new policies that urgently need to be implemented.

It's just that the situation was chaotic before the general election, and Chen Fangqing was in an extremely passive situation, so Chen Fangqing had no choice but to suppress it.

And now those things are handed over to Wu Zhengmin, I believe Wu Zhengmin will be able to use them soon, his position is basically confirmed, there is not much competition pressure, and naturally no one will intentionally fight against him, there is no need to wait until the general election, At the next cabinet meeting, if he proposes it, there is a high possibility that it will be passed.

When those policies really took effect, Chen Fangqing estimated that they had been deliberately forgotten, and those things would naturally become Wu Zhengmin's resources and achievements, and then his reputation.

And this reputation, he originally planned to give Hua Zhengyang to help him, but now...

Chen Fangqing shook his head.

His heart seemed to really relax.

The cold wind whizzed around, and the speed of headache relief was not fast.

All the burdens were completely removed overnight, and he began to face his own ending, his own life and death, with an extremely calm attitude.

Really, there is nothing more to do on your own.

He told himself this very confidently.

In the last few years of his political life, he mobilized countless resources and spent most of his chips trying to do something for Central Continent again, but he failed miserably.

Unwilling to be confused, disappointed, angry or even fearful.

But everything has become a foregone conclusion.

He handed over his plans for the future of Central Continent, which was his last political fortune.

The future coordination between the academic school and the Prince Group will mainly be done by Guo Wentian. The only thing he needs to do is to find a suitable opportunity to express his attitude in the next few days.

An attitude that... just expressing it is better than silence, but not much better.

dispensable.

Next, is his early retirement career.

Retire, then wait for the butcher knife of the East Palace, and then die.

Chen Fangqing walked silently in the dark sea of ​​hidden dragons, bathed in wind and snow.

This place is known as the Yinlong Sea, but the so-called Yinhai and Longhai are just a lake. The lake has frozen in the winter in Youzhou, covered with white snow, soft like a piece of snow-white silk.

Most of the trees around the lake have withered, and the dry branches are swaying in the wind and snow. The lush pines and cypresses are still covered with snow, and they look a little distorted.

Chen Fangqing walked almost the entire Hidden Dragon Sea along the shore of the lake.

Council meeting room, large meeting room, Golden Autumn Garden, Lindong Pavilion, Purple Light Terrace...

In ten years, fifteen years to be exact, every inch of land here has his memory.

Chen Fangqing walked very slowly, as if he was carefully measuring the power center of Central Continent, his footsteps creaked in the thicker and thicker snow, his eyes were calm, with a faint but And extremely dignified and affectionate.

The footprints on the shore of the lake end together.

The sky in Youzhou was still dark.

The cold lights were shining, and the world was silent.

The figure of Chen Fangqing walked into Yinlonghai's small restaurant that was open 24 hours a day.

His face turned pale from walking outside for a long time. Sitting on the chair, he shivered slightly, and it took three or four minutes for him to dispel the chill from his body.

"Morning Prime Minister."

The young staff member trotted over, with a very real respect, and smiled: "What do you want to eat? Or the same?"

Chen Fangqing hummed, smiled and said, "One more."

"The Prime Minister is hungry. Please wait a moment."

The staff nodded with a smile and walked into the backstage.

Facing the Prime Minister of Central Continent, he is obviously not very restrained. In fact, outside of work, his personality has always been extremely gentle. Among all the directors of Central Continent, those who come to the restaurant in person or order food in the middle of the night are basically Chen Fangqing or The people in Chen Fangqing's office came and went, and the night shift staff in the restaurant might be the group of people who knew him best except for the secretary.

The tofu nao and fried dough sticks came up quickly.

Facing the breakfast that he has never gotten tired of eating for many years, Chen Fangqing suddenly felt that this meal tasted extraordinarily sweet, and his headache seemed to be completely relieved while he was eating, which may be due to the painkillers taking effect. As a result, Chen Fangqing had a great appetite, drank two bowls of tofu nao, and ate three fried dough sticks. Then he stood up contentedly, wrapped the leftover fried dough stick in a paper bag, and planned to deal with it after getting up at noon one time.

After saying hello to the staff, Chen Fangqing walked out of the restaurant slowly carrying the fried dough sticks in the paper bag.

The growing wind and snow quickly submerged Chen Fangqing's figure.

In Yinlonghai's incomparably wide field of vision, the lights were cold, the sky was full of wind and snow, and figures faltered.

After seeing off Li Tianlan and Qin Weibai, Li Huacheng, who hadn't slept all night, stood in front of his window, quietly looking at the extremely blurred figure in the snowstorm.

There was no light on in the warm room.

His body was motionless, like a statue standing in front of a window.

The room was silent.

Until Li Huacheng took the initiative to break the silence.

"The last time I saw a similar figure was more than 20 years ago, it was also in this place, it was also a snowstorm, and it was also early in the morning."

Li Huacheng said suddenly.

"Twenty years ago?"

Standing beside Li Huacheng was a man who looked less than forty years old, between young and middle-aged.

His appearance was blurred in the darkness, but his figure was extremely tall and straight.

He was also looking at the back, and then he took a quick look at Li Huacheng, and said with a smile, "Dad, you were still in Liaodong more than twenty years ago, right?"

Li Huacheng also smiled and looked at his son.

His son's name is Li Xiuqi, he didn't go into politics, but a major general of the Zhongzhou Navy, and he rarely had a holiday on weekdays. Not long after Li Tianlan left, he returned to Yinlonghai. The father and son chatted all night, and happened to see this moment Chen Fangqing.

"Maybe it's a coincidence."

Li Huacheng said softly: "More than 20 years ago, I was the executive vice-governor of Liaodong. At that time, I was in Youzhou for a meeting. Chen Xiang was very interested in some of my views and stayed with me in Yinlonghai for a night of discussion. It was about this time. , I saw the picture of Mr. Li leaving Yinlonghai in the Blue Flower Hall, and I still remember Chen bowing deeply to Mr. Li's back at that time, and then he told me that an era is over."

Li Xiuqi was in a daze.

He knew who Chen Xiang his father was talking about. Although that old man was from the Southeast Group, to a certain extent, he was kind to Li Huacheng. Even after he became president.

And Mr. Li...

It was probably Li Honghe, the God of War who defended the country of Central Continent more than twenty years ago.

"In fifteen years, from the vice president to the president, in fifteen years, I sent away many people and saw many backs, lonely, reluctant, regretful, guilty, relaxed..."

Li Huacheng shook his head: "But what I remember the most is the back of Mr. Li back then. The unprecedented failure, the end of the road, and the end of the road. He left with some regrets, but he still had the freedom to let go of everything."

There is an obvious light of memory in his eyes: "That kind of back view, I want to call it wisdom."

Li Huacheng laughed at himself: "I thought I couldn't see it, but today..."

Chen Fangqing's back became more and more blurred in the wind and snow.

"I saw it again..."

Li Huacheng muttered to himself.

Li Xiuqi hesitated for a while, and said softly: "I heard that the prime minister had the opportunity to join the Southeast Group, and even Mr. Li personally met the prime minister, if..."

"How can there be so many ifs?"

Li Huacheng shook his head slightly: "He and Wu Zhengmin... live up to Qinzhou."

That sounds like half a sentence.

But that's the fullest word.

Because of the latter half of the sentence, there is no need to go on.

Chen Fangqing's back completely disappeared from sight.

Li Huacheng looked at his watch, walked behind the desk, picked up the phone, and dialed Hua Zhengyang's number.

While waiting for the call to be connected, he glanced at the wind and snow that swept across the world outside the window again, and said softly, "It's all over."